Sometimes living for the moment,
sometimes going with the flow,
sometimes professing to be an exponent
of the quiet life
while night life surrounds me
I sit and go crazy alone.
Too many people and too little action
too much exterior acting, too little inside...
yet I still feel that manic attraction.
I've lived in the city for most of my life
and suppose I'll be there when I die,
still going through the same old motions
still qualifying everything I say,
responding urbanely to every emotion.
The city life freaks me,
the city life feeds me,
the city life blows me away.